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As the apostles gather for the Spirits presence in their midst, the color of fire enters into their beings. The strength of the breath of the feather hovers over their destiny. New things will be accomplished with Spirit's presence. When we choose to listen, the Spirit is always speaking to us. Sacred Fire, 19″

The inner design on the star portrays that Christ's Birth is repeated again and again in history. Within the context of urban, rural, small and large gatherings, the birth of Christ is happening all around us if we are but aware and accentuate the light instead of darkness. May our Christmas this year hold new

Last week I began work on a new Advent piece. I was in hopes that it would help me feel a bit cooler with all the heat and humidity we have been having. Ha ha I wanted to put something from the four gospel readings during the Sunday's of Advent in the carving. So far

Old Testament and New Testament characters dominate this piece with the root of Jesse rising up bringing forth the Savior’s birth. We are led up the mountain of the Lord with our Ancestors who also ascended the mountain of faith to give glory to God. These signs of Community are central to how and where

I am going to share a picture and description of a carving that I completed recently for the 150 anniversary of the School Sisters of Notre Dame arrival in Mankato,MN. The actual date they arrived here was Sept. 3, 1865. The following is the description: The four women on the top part of the carving

With the heat we have been having this summer the sunflowers have been growing taller and following the sun. If you are fortunate enough to see a field of sunflowers, you can enjoy a sea of yellow blowing in the wind. One of my memories of driving out to North Dakota is viewing such fields

In summer it is easy to notice all the beautiful signs of nature around us during the day and at night. The cross I am showing is a result of some reflection on that beauty. The moon, sun and stars are represented near the top. Waters of baptism and springs that give life are also

Yesterday as I stepped out the door I noticed a daisey sprouting up through the grass in full bloom. It made me smile because it was a rather unexpected surprise because I had not noticed it there before. This is the season for all sorts of beauty to be in bloom. I enjoy carving various

This past week I worked on this new cross and combined the Pentecost story. The coming of the Spirit leaves Mary and the apostles filled with the Divine. We too pray Spirit come, ignite us and inspire us in word and deed. What happened that day could barely be comprehended. People spoke different languages which

I wanted to show the completed piece of the Emmaus story that I have been working on this past month. When I completed it yesterday I wanted to include some white marble and earth tone tiles for the rays around Christ head. They recognized Jesus in the breaking of the bread so I wanted to

In March we celebrate the feast of the Annunciation, where the Angel Gabriel, as a messenger of God, came to Mary and told her she was to be the Mother of Jesus. Many images have been created of this scene over the years.

Happy New Year ! I hope it will be a great year for all of you. Today is also a day to pray for World Peace. I thought that this carving would be an appropriate one for this day, to get us reflecting on peace and what our role is in seeing its fulfillment. The

August 28th is the day we celebrate St Augustine (354-430) Bishop and Doctor of the Church. He was born in Northern Africa and was not drawn to Christianity until he met and came under the influence of Bishop Ambrose in Milan. His mother Monica had always prayed for him that he would be converted and

I am showing only a portion of the log that I carved telling part of the history of the School Sisters of Notre Dame. The section that I am telling about shows the six who originally landed on July 31, 1847 on New York shores. On the morning of June 18,1847 Mother Theresa, our foundress,

The carving, “Through the Power,” is one that was inspired when I heard the readings in Rome of Pentecost a few years ago. The reading was read in Italian. While reading along in my book in English I realized